A Terrible, Yet Familiar, Sound

I heard it last night, we all heard it, the sound, the strange and horrible sound, like screaming weasels being fed into a paper shredder. The skull piercing buzz that filled the cool, autumnal night air covering the Chicago area was dreadful, yet strangely familiar, like a sick and twisted distant relative that once came to the family gatherings but that you thought would never be seen or heard from again, like a demon exorcised from a possessed favorite child. That sound, we've all heard it before around here. That sound, what was that cacophony of horror, WHAT WAS THAT SOUND? Oh, yeah, that was the sound of the Cubs choking, yet again...